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Judy Valko Poem
Nail Polish
I’ve polished all my fingers,
And polished all my toes.
There’s polish on my knees,
And even on my nose.
I’ve watched my sister do it.
She always gets it right.
But when I try to paint it on,
I’m such a dreadful sight! ~
Though I get it everywhere,
I really wouldn’t mind,
But someone help me figure out,
How it got on my behind!
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I am not a color
I am not a color
not black or white or green
when you look at me
there’s more yet to be seen
I am sunshine
I am rain
I’m ideas formed in my brain.
I am thunder
I am gloom
I am life about to bloom
I am freedom
I am hope
on the days when you can’t cope
I am laughter
I am song
I’m the excuse if things go wrong
I am music
I am dance
I’m the reasons to take a chance
I am flora
I am sky
I am always asking, ‘Why?’
I am not a color
That you decide to spray
I am the paintbrush…
creating my own way.
2/16/2017
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The Haunted House
‘Room to Let’ the signage read,
and though it looked run down,
I’d found no other place to stay
since I was new in town.
When I knocked upon the door,
a voice called out, “Please enter.”
“Hello,” I answered in reply.
“I’d like to be your renter.”
A lovely woman greeted me.
She had a toothy smile.
“It’s nice to have the company.
It’s been dead here for a while.”
Outside a wicked wind blew forth.
The front door slammed with a crash.
Just as quickly every window
fell down in their sash.
“I guess a storm’s a-brewing,” I said,
covered in bone-chilling sweat.
“Let me show you to your room.”
replied the shapely tall brunette.
“Some steps here may be rotten,” she warned.
“I urge you to beware.”
Moaning fell with every step
as we climbed the creaky stairs.
The room she showed me looked quite sparse.
Inside was just one coffin.
“Please excuse the dust,” she said,
“I don’t come in here often.”
She wiped away the cobwebs
once we got inside the room.
“It really is quite cozy here.”
Then pointed out the tomb.
“If you like the chamber,
I suggest we both get started.
No other soul will bother us,
They have all departed.”
I laid inside the casket.
It was a perfect fit.
“I believe I could be comfy here,”
I hastened to admit.
“No one here will vex you,”
She signaled with a wave.
“You will find this haunted house of mine
as silent as the grave.”
“I’ll need a small deposit,” she said.
Then, bent and bit my neck.
As she sipped away I asked,
“Do you take traveler’s checks?”
“I’ll take this as collateral.”
She said after she drank.
“There’s no need for money here,
I have my own blood bank.”
August 17, 2018
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Copyright © Judy Valko | Year Posted 2018
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Summer in the Desert
He thrusts his chest
and breathes his fire
upon our sunburned faces,
the summer dragon
never tires
of scorching hot embraces
Black eyes turning skin to cinder,
his tongue will taste your fear
with one puff of
his smoldering blazes
desert life is seared.
With greedy heart
he holds on to
the treasures he once stole
and hid them ‘neath the red-hot sand
the dusty desert bowl
He won’t give up his desert jewels
till monsoon sates his thirst
only then,
does the dragon sleep-
for he is a creature cursed.
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Dandelion Wishes
I picked a little dandelion
And held it ‘neath my chin.
I crossed my toes,
Then closed my eyes
And I began to spin.
I jumped around,
Spit on the ground
Then did a little dance.
I wish there was a better way
To get bugs off your pants!
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Birthdays
Blowing out the candles,
Eating all the cake,
Putting on my bathing suit,
Jumping in the lake.
Opening the presents,
Playing all the games,
Chasing all my friends,
Yelling out their names.
Birthdays are so wonderful,
Birthdays are so great.
I only have ten months to go
I can hardly wait!
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Grandma’s Teeth
Grandma’s teeth are missing.
She left them by the bed
soaking in a cup.
At least that’s what she said.
We searched all through the house.
We looked for quite awhile.
Yet no one seemed to notice
Rover’s brand new smile.
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Change
I had to change the diaper
On my little sis today,
Everyone else was busy
And the smell wouldn’t go away.
Her diaper sure was soggy.
Inside it was a mess!
I gagged then almost vomited.
I felt in such distress.
But when it all was over,
My sister smiled and me.
I picked her up to kiss her
And bounce her on my knee.
I hugged her in my arms.
Her cheeks were soft as silk.
She looked at me and smiled.
Then burped up all her milk!
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Two Pair of Shoes
My Loafers wandered out one day
when I (too lazy) chose to stay
home alone and drink Bombay,
one evening in the Spring
They came upon a pair of Heels
that walked the streets in sexy squeals
composed of skin from river eels,
one evening in the Spring
They danced the night away that June
underneath the bright blue moon
As Frank Sinatra slowly crooned,
one evening in the Spring
But when the sun rose in the morn
the pair, exhausted and well-worn
tiptoed home, alone, forlorn
one evening in the Spring
Nine months later, dressed to kill
The Heels appeared and stood quite still
to present to Loafers…an Espadrille
one evening in the Fall
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Dog Lessons
He taught me to be loyal,
to know who you can trust
to kiss the ones you love
and make sure you get brushed.
It never hurts to wag your tail
and always dance around.
Be sure to greet your friends,
by jumping up and down.
Drink up lots of water,
Play wildly every day
know just where the treats are
and learn how when to stay.
Growling’s OK sometimes
but never resort to biting.
Go on lots of walks,
the world is so exciting.
The most important lesson
I learned as I grew up:
Outside we may be dogs
but in our hearts, we’re always pups.
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